What have you done to me? I tried to
shout at the two strange women standing over me. I couldn't,
though I moved my mouth and nothing filled it to prevent me from
speaking. Nothing but the light sound of air moving between my
lips and tongue could be heard. My second attempt was no more
successful.

With slow, almost robotic, movement, one of the
strange women reached her shiny gloved hand to my face. It was
cold. Metal fingers gently closed my gapping jaw and passed over
my lips to close them. Her hand was metal!

These two were strange in two ways. First they
were strangers, I did not know them. They were strange too, in
that they looked like no others I'd seen before. They definitely
looked female, but with the same highly polished, reflective,
metallic skin, covered all of it that was visible, as on the hand
of the one who had touched me. The two looked identical from
their bald, metallic skulls, to their breasts and long, shapely
legs.

I had to be dreaming. Either I was dreaming or
I was dead and had gone to heaven.

I'm Robert Myers, at least I was Robert Myers.
You may have heard of me or, more likely, have seen my work. I'm
what might be called a "fetish illustrator". If you
don't know me, perhaps you have mistaken my work for Hajime
Sorayama's, we both use the same style to illustrate gynoids or
female androids and other lovelies.

I had been driving back to my studio home in
Upstate New York alone, very late at night. I'd just spent three
weeks with Kinetta, my favorite model. I'd filled one bag with
the film I'd exposed of her as well as three pads of sketches to
use for my next book.

Kinetta, after living together with me for
almost two years, had decided that we'd too little in common to
spend the rest of our lives with each other, so we split. We
retained a great friendship and, quite important to my career, a
great working relationship. Beyond our mutual love of kink, we'd
as little in common as our height. Kinetta was short, at five
foot, if she stretched. I'm six inches taller, at five-six.

Lying still, flat on my back, my waist, torso
and crotch felt compressed, tightly compressed. My chest felt
like huge weights were pressing on it. When I tried to move, the
weights on my chest felt like two mounds of half-set
Jell-O™ - sloshing about. Trying to sit, I discovered that
I could not bend from the top of my legs to above the weights on
my chest. One of the gynoids grasped my wrist in her metallic
hand and pulled me up. As soon as I raised off my back those
weights pulled down from my shoulders. I had breasts? Huge
breasts! I do mean they were huge!

A glance down confirmed what I felt dragging
down from my shoulders. They were the size of volley balls!
Protruding in front and slightly upward, the dark aureoles were
like someone had sliced a softball in half and implanted each
half behind the thumb sized nipples that further stuck outward
from their centers.

This was just too unreal! I had to be dead, but
this wasn't Heaven, this was Hell!

Kinetta, as I stated, was my favorite model. My
first book using her was entitled, CynettaBecomes
a Slavegirl. The planned book, a sequel, had a working title
of, Slavegirl CynettaBecomes Ponygirl
Cynetta! Many of the illustrations filling my three pads
depicted Kinetta as the ponygirl in my planned book. The film I'd
exposed in thousands of poses, contained poses to provide me with
references for the finished illustrations for the upcoming book.

I raised my right hand to move the huge melons
on my chest out of the way so I could see past them and see why I
felt so compressed and was so rigid. If I could have screamed, I
was doing it with all my power, no sound came from my lungs
despite the force I put into emitting it. I no longer had a hand!
In its place at the end of my arm, I had a hoof! It was a
black hoof, just like the ones I'd drawn on Kinetta's arms. It
was black, hard and almost insensitive to feeling and touch, much
like fingernails.

Still, I used it to nudge my huge breasts
apart. I had to raise my left forehoof also, to finally part
them. My eyes felt strange when I raised them to look at the two
gynoids. I know - it was my imagination playing tricks, but I
imagined satisfied grins on their expressionless, metallic faces.

I was encased in what appeared to be the same,
polished metal that formed their skins from the tiny cups,
lifting the huge breasts I now had, to my hips. There, it
narrowed to form a front shield that narrowed and passed through
my crotch. I could feel, as I sat, that a rigid strap pressed my
cheeks wide apart over my anus and followed the crack between
them to rejoin the metal corset that had been placed about my
torso. What else had they done to me?

My gaze returned to my breasts. Kinetta had her
nipples pierced and wore thin, one inch silver rings through
them. I had always exaggerated these to a larger diameter of
thicker rod and added rings, nearly three inches across and a
quarter inch thick, through the protruding aureoles when I drew
her while enlarging and exaggerating her breasts. Thankfully,
they hadn't ringed me. The illustrations also showed the
character to have a pierced septum, double pierced tongue and
multiply ringed, ponygirl ears.

My ears! They, like my eyes, felt different!
Moving the small hooves to the sides of my head confirmed my
fear. They were higher and probably upright, pony ears from what
I could tell. My examination turned to my feet. My fears were
confirmed there too! They were also hooves now.

When I placed these on the metal floor, the
gynoids pulled me to stand, holding my arms until I gained my
balance on my hooves. The hooves arched my feet to the extreme,
like I was standing on just my toes, as if I were wearing ballet
boots, en-pointe, forcing me to bend my knees. The stretching of
my calf muscles caused too much pain if I tried to straighten
them. I felt something else on the back of my legs. A tickling
sensation, as if hair was brushing my skin with my slightest
movements. They couldn't have?

I had a long tail!

Just standing between the gynoids, I tried to
remember what had happened.

As I said, it was late, maybe one o'clock in
the morning as I drove home. I'd left Kinetta's place a half hour
before and still had an hour's drive ahead of me before I could
get some much needed rest.

No, I had not fallen asleep behind the wheel.
There had been an unusual light - green, almost neon chartreuse,
that had appeared ahead in the sky.

This was moving and seemed to match my speed. I
remember staring up, straining for a better view whenever the
trees along the road parted enough. The rough jouncing when the
tires left the pavement snapped my attention back where it should
have been. It was too late to do anything about the large tree,
perhaps thirty feet ahead, that was rushing at fifty miles an
hour toward my van. One of the gynoids touching my forearm
brought me back to the present.

She was beckoning me to move toward the other
one. Very unsteadily I started to, despite how difficult just
standing upright was for me. They took hold of my arms, not
forcing or hurrying me, but just to aide in maintaining some
semblance of upright - without falling. A section of the glowing
wall parted to reveal a dark tube that began to glow with that
same green light as I had seen before the crash.

It was not that long of a distance that I had
to walk before another section parted, opening the way to a
chamber. The walls inside glowed with a more customary, soft
white light. Inside was a table, stools surrounding it and three
who appeared almost human. Humanoid is more descriptive, as they
were bilaterally asymmetrical, with two of all of the things you
expect. One appeared male and the other two female. They rose
from their stools as I approached.

"Vould you care to sit, Cynetta?"
Strange, he spoke halting English with a strong Northern European
accent. Sitting, would be far preferable to the pain in the back
of my legs. "I must to you apologize. Ve meant no harm to
creature of this sphere, still you have suffered mostly."

Trying to speak yielded the same results as my
initial attempts, nothing. I looked at what lay on the table
separating us. A very thick stack of photographs, the top one was
Kinetta fully decked out in ponygirl tack, including her latex
hood with ears, forelocks and a cream mane to the top of her
corset harness in back and full makeup. My sketch pads were
there, some seemed singed from fire. Next to these, was all her
tack. Some of the stainless hardware was damaged, twisted and
fused, the leather of it was charred and burned completely away
in places. The female on my left spoke with the same accent.

"Prime Giver Jarone hast told you, ve
intend no harm to you un your sphere. Ve have tried to correct
from your collision damage to your body, Cynetta." She
opened one of my pads and turned to a fantasy picture I had
intended as possibly the cover illustration for my book. It was
much more developed and in full color. Most of the others were
just graphite sketches.

"Dis ist how you vould be to look. Ve have
done best making dis zo, for you, Cynetta." They couldn't
have! Still, the preliminary examination I had made told me that
they had done exactly that!

"Vorkers are making new, the jewelry an
garments for you. Vhen time it, ve vill fit to you. To make you
comfortable." The male smiled, obviously quite pleased with
himself and their accomplishments. He reached under the robe he
wore, smiling more. "Dis ve have finish. Marka make you most
happy, fit you to now."

I shook my head 'no'! What he passed to
the other female was the steel collar that Kinetta wore through
the weeks we had just spent together working on this project. I
silently cursed. Trying to prolong the high experienced from
working with my beautiful ex-lover, I had been wearing that
collar at the time of my accident.

"I am please dis make you happy so,
Cynetta." Yes, damn him! He certainly was pleased. I
was not!

I was also too weak to stop the female behind
me from encircling my neck. As the over two inch wide band of
metal closed, I tried to push her hands away, but it was too
late. The new collar closed too tightly about my neck. I did not
feel or sense the edges come together. Desperately I raised my
hooves to the collar, feeling the four large swivel rings. There
was nothing I could do then, to remove it.

"Ve have ability to return time. When ve
finish repair wrong, our study of your sphere be cause, ve vill
place you vhere found you at your transport. I apologize, ve can
not to make that so as vas before, Cynetta."

*****

The early morning air was very cold and I had
nothing to wrap about me for warmth. Just as he had promised, I
was now standing next to the ton of mangled and charred steel
that had once been my van. I was fully fitted out as Cynetta
the Ponygirl, duplicating, in the flesh, the illustration of
her that I had made. I could no more change my situation than I
could cause that glowing light that had vanished in the sky to
reappear.

I had no concept of how long I had been on
their space craft. It had been long enough to gain the strength
and ability to stand and walk easily without the pain I had first
experienced. The pain through my torso from the extreme
compression of the metal corset and chastity belt they had placed
on me would not begin to subside for quite sometime. The intense
sensations in my breasts and the sex they had created under the
metal covering my crotch, I'd learn would only intensify, never
subside.

From what I could feel and figure out, the
inner surface of the crotch piece was contoured just like it's
outer one. My inner and outer labia were separated and spread
open a couple of inches with a hollow, oval shaped tube inserted
at least seven inches up into my orifice. What they had created
for my ultra sensitive clitoris, was surrounded in a cavity, but
did not touch its surfaces. I cursed my fantasy for making
several very detailed sketches of what I was fitted with now.

True to my drawings, my clitoris was pierced
horizontally and a ring two inches in diameter inserted. This
passed through a hole on each side of the cavity. Though it could
never be pulled, the heavy ring was free to pivot in these holes
and move up and down with my movements. By itself, the ring would
have been enough to create maddening sensations, but never enough
to push me over the top. It was not enough. Attached to the ring
was a loud bell on two links.

The sheer size of the breasts I'd illustrated
and the disproportionate aureoles and nipples on them had not
been enough for my over active fantasies either. These fantasizes
had made me quite rich, they sold my work, now I was living them
and they were no longer any fun. My aureoles each bore a quarter
inch thick, three inch ring fitted with a bell identical to the
one that bumped the tops of my thighs. My thumb sized nipples
were not exempted from fantasy fulfillment either.

My nipples had been fitted with truncated cones
of thin metal rods. A thin ring at the base passed through the
base of my nipple and held the cone's base to my aureole. The
four rods supported a much smaller, circular top and a ring on
its under side passed through my nipple there, stretching the
nipple out. The tops of these cones were small enough to
constrict the flesh that had been forced through them so that it
formed into three quarter inch balls beyond the cones. Hanging
from the outer rings, was a bell on each, smaller than the
others.

True to my artistic creations, I had a ring
through my septum that hung to the middle of my now exaggerated,
black, upper lip. At least that ring did not have a bell, but the
uppermost of the ten rings in each ear did and the one through
the center of the cavity in my left pony ear, had a two inch,
metal disk engraved "Ponygirl Cynetta" in black filled,
ornate letters. The right front of my collar, between the front
and side ring was inscribed the same with larger letters.

For some time, I just stared at what used to be
my van. Even if it were in one piece again, I'd never be able to
drive it. Even if I still had hands and feet, I could not drive.
I bore metal cuffs about my wrists and ankles now. Those on my
wrists were locked together with my forehoofs pointing up and the
short chain from that lock connected to the back of the collar so
they stayed there in reversed prayer position.

From a ring, just below the base of my tail, a
chain with a ring on its end, hung to below my knees and a chain
from one anklecuff passed through that ring to the other cuff. At
least the keys to these locks hung from my left breast ring on a
simple snap clip.

I was cold. I needed to do something. The only
thought I had was to somehow make my way the twenty miles, or so,
to Kinetta's. If there was any other option, I did not know it. I
was determined to cover as much of the distance before it grew
light and then hide until it got dark again. I needed to do
something else - find water. I was terribly thirsty.

I trotted on the road, scurrying into the brush
and crouching to hide whenever I saw the lights or heard a car
approaching. One thing I had very quickly discovered, even on the
space craft, was how very loud I was with the slightest of
movements. Before they had chained my hooves up behind, true to
my sketches and many of the photographs of Kinetta, I had
discovered there was no way to silence all the bells on my body.
I could hold one hoof to quiet the bell now bumping my thighs and
the bell on one nipple, or one ear. I could quiet only two of
them at once, but never the other three at the same time.

Even standing perfectly still, just the rapid
breathing forced by the metal corset caused my breasts to jiggle
and quiver and the bells there to tinkle. The chain links
fastening them were long enough so they hung to freely swing
about in any direction they chose to. None of my bells are what
you think of a harness bells, sleigh or jingle bells, but real,
bell, bells. Were the bells not fitted to my rings, I still made
noise. There was the tinkling of the anklechain as it bounced and
slid through the back chain then there was the noise my metal
shod hooves made as they contacted the pavement of the road. Yes,
following my ideas, I had been shod with thick, steel ponyshoes
nailed to each of my four hoofs.

Even before these had been nailed on, my bare
hooves were loud. They sounded hollow - I could not tell. They
resonated like a musical instrument when contacting a hard
surface.

Forced to keep my mouth open because of heavy
bit that was strapped to my bridle soon dried my parched mouth
further. Until I came upon water, I still hadn't determined how I
was going to drink it when I did, I would just have to endure. My
bridle was of straps that looked like bright, red leather. It was
snug, with large cupped blinders that robbed all side vision. A
check rein from beside the base of each of my ears to fittings on
the top back of the metal corset, held my head erect, not
allowing me to lower it or turn it to the side. Further
restricting my vision was a soft, fleece-like, shadow roll across
the bridge of my nose that obscured any downward view.

They had pierced the bridge of my nose too -
inserting another ring there.

My thirst, by far was the worst. The painful
constriction of the corset would be the second worst sensation I
felt, but not to be denied were the clear, sexual stimulations in
both of my breasts and in my crotch. These demanded my attention
and further demanded satisfaction, a satisfaction that I could
not achieve. Yes, I had been turned into a real life
manifestation of my ultimate of ultimate fantasies.

As the sky grew brighter and there were many
more cars on the road, I carefully made my way through the brush
then into the wooded patch beside the roadway. Very luckily, I
came upon a tiny stream. The water looked clear and when I knelt
then laid down, it smelled OK. If it was tainted, what difference
would there be? I'd die of thirst if I did not have water.

I did manage some degree of comfort lying on
one side, but did not sleep more than a few hours. Having driven
that road, it was well traveled during the day and I could hear
many cars along with a few heavy trucks pass along it. What I did
not need was for some trucker to find me in my near naked and
helpless condition. I stayed right where I was, drinking my fill
and resting, hidden from the road.

Though hungry, I had little choice, even if I
found something to eat, I saw no way I could eat. My bit has a
cross bar. That, in a deep U-shape, fit inside of my teeth with a
spoon shape piece extending forward from the center. My tongue
had been pierced and the rod they had placed through it, had the
top ball unscrewed to pass the rod through this piece than
reattached when I was bitted. Even if I could still speak, and I
could not, this arrangement would have prevented it, that was my
intention when I had designed the damned thing!

At least they had not fastened the ring through
the tip of my tongue anywhere, though one rough sketch I'd made
showed it to be. I had been pierced through the middle of each of
my cheeks. Placing the rod with a ring in the center, inside my
mouth, the ends of this were passed through the holes in my
cheeks and the disk shaped ends fitted on the rod, so they
decorated the outsides of my cheeks. My sketch had the ring
through the tip of my tongue, clipped to the ring in the middle
of this rod.

Long past dark, the traffic subsided enough for
me to feel safe in traveling again. I drank my fill from the
stream first.

One thing that I had soon discovered after
being returned to earth was that I no longer had any control over
my bladder or my bowels. When my body decided that it was
going to empty, it voided. I could not stop it and I could not
control it.

I knew exactly where I was as dawn approached,
just two miles from Kinetta's. I desperately wanted, no, I
needed her, but I was wise enough to spend the day in a field
of rye and not risk being discovered by anyone.

*****

"What's that?" Donna, Kinetta's older
sister by two years, sat up on the couch. Her hand found the
remote and muted the TV. "Sis, do you hear bells?"

Kinetta, drying her hands, entered from the
kitchen. "Yes, I have the dishwasher going, but I definitely
heard bells." She cocked her head. "Sounds like they
are right outside."

Both jumped and froze when they heard two
thumps on the back door of Kinetta's house. Glancing at the VCR,
it said nine, eleven. They both stared at each other.

"Who in the hell?" Kinetta picked up
the cordless phone and passed it to her sister. "You stay
here and dial nine-one-one if I scream. I'll see who it is,
Donna." Kinetta sounded braver than she felt. Heart pounding
and her stomach in her throat, she entered the kitchen.

Why hadn't Brutus, referring to her
rottweiller, barked? Kinetta paused to take a nine inch knife
from its rack. Not that it would have made any real defense if
she were seriously threatened. Gripping the handle of the knife
behind her back gave her a bit more courage to approach the door.

She turned on all the lights, flooding the yard
and peered through the curtains. Very strange? Brutus was
kneeling near the porch, his tail wagging and his tongue licking
his fore paw? Brutus was a guard dog, he guarded well and there
was no stranger that could be within a hundred feet of Kinetta's
house that could make him act as he was, only someone he knew
very well could approach her house. Another pair of thumps
confirmed that, indeed, whoever, was still on the other side of
the door.

Shaking, Kinetta peered out and could see no
one. She still heard the light tinkling of the bells. Flexing her
fingers, debating if she should have the large knife in front,
she moved it there, then opened her door, slowly.

"Who's there?" No response. With the
door part way open, the tinkling of bells, quite regular, was
perfectly clear.

"Brutus! Attack!" Kinetta
slammed the door and locked it.

"You OK? Should I call, Kinetta?"
Donna sounded urgent.

"Wait. Just stay there." She parted
the curtains to see the huge, hundred fifty pound dog, walk back
where he had been and get down. As before, his tail wagging
happily.

Brutus was faithful, no doubt in her mind. If
Kinetta was ever threatened, even felt it, her dog moved to
protect her. Damn him! She clearly felt threatened, but
the dog acted like - like he did only with her and only with one
other. Even when Donna visited, as she was that night, Brutus
barked up an angry storm, not even letting her out of her car
until Kinetta told him to heel.

Kinetta opened her door enough to stick her
head out and look. The shock of what she saw, back pressed to the
house, just two feet to the side of the door, caused her to drop
the knife on the porch. Brutus' actions and knowing he was there,
calmed her some.

"Brutus! Here." Her dog causally got
up and walked beside his mistress. Feeling him press her leg,
gave Kinetta the confidence to crouch and retrieve the knife.
Holding it before her, the tiny girl stepped out to face the
helpless ponygirl, shaking much more than she had been.

Dog pressed against her, Kinetta was more
confident. Though kinky to the core, Kinetta was extremely
intelligent. She quickly determined that the ponygirl was more
afraid than she was, absolutely terrified, no doubt in her mind.
She also determined the complete helplessness enforced by all the
bondage. Decision time.

Kinetta reached and grabbed the bell hanging
from Cynetta's nipple ring while hooking two fingers through her
breast ring. Having much smaller rings through her own nipples,
Kinetta knew exactly the degree of control that she had with her
hand over the defenseless ponygirl.

"Come inside." Cynetta's body decided
that it was going to empty its bladder at that time. When Cynetta
squatted and spread her knees, the pent up tension released from
Kinetta like the flood on her porch, she started to laugh hard.

"All clear, " she shouted to Donna.
"Come here, you have to see this, Sis!

"Brutus, Guard!" Leading the ponygirl
by her breast rings, Kinetta brought her into the lighted
kitchen.

Letting go of the bell and breast ring, Kinetta
hooked one finger through the nose ring, knowing the degree of
control that too offered. With her eyes and free hand, Kinetta
began a careful examination of what she held.

"Oh, my God!" Donna's jaw dropped
when she saw what was standing in her sister's kitchen. "Who
is it and what's been done to her?" Donna was nowhere near
the kink her little sister was, but she did know about it and
knew all about Kinetta's predilections, even knowing, fully, what
she had recently been up to.

"Do you know her?"

"I've a very crazy guess. Nothing is for
sure. One thing that is sure, Brutus knows her."

"Yeah, right! Brutus knows me too! Unless
you come out and call him off, I can't even get out of my
car."

"Precisely. Only one other person can, or
could, Bob!"

"You are joking. Surly, you are not
suggesting that is Bob. Your, Bob?"

"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm telling
you what I think Brutus knows. Tell you this too, Sis. The look,
the way she is all decked out, especially these." Kinetta
touched the engraved letters on the collar and then turned the
engraved disk fastened on her left ear. "These all scream,
Bob!

"Cynetta is the name of my character in
his books!"

At the base of Cynetta's corset, above her tail
was a stiff case made from the same red, leather-like stuff as
her bridle and the coiled pair of reins clipped on her right hip.
Kinetta removed the reins and clipped these to the bit in
Cynetta's mouth then removed her finger from the nose ring.

"Better, Cynetta?" Not needing any
answer, she removed the pouch and walked with it to sit on the
couch

"Who or whatever, Donna, she's no threat,
not with what whoever did to her. So, sit and relax while I look
through this." Not paying the least attention to Cynetta at
the other end of the reins she had wrapped about her hand,
Kinetta opened the case and looked through its contents. Thumbing
through the thick group of photographs, she pulled them out and
set the lot on Donna's lap. "If you don't recognize, those
are pictures of me, taken in the past few weeks. It is part of
what I do to pay my mortgage on this place." Kinetta
extracted the drawing pads. Before opening one, she got up and
removed Robert's book from the bookcase and set it on top of the
photos on Donna's lap. "Volume One." then resat to look
at the drawings on the pads.

Donna was upset, she knew her sister was a
kink, but not to the depth of what she was looking at in first
the book then in the recent pictures. She stopped at one.
Reaching out Donna grabbed the reins and tugged.

"Turn around!" Her fingers ran over
'Slave' tattooed, permanently, below the curve of Cynetta's right
cheek.

"Are you tattooed there too, Sis?"

"Nope. We used MagikMarker™ for my
pictures."

"I'm surprised you aren't branded too. Or
- are you, Kinetta?" Kinetta just let it pass without an
answer. Finished looking through the three pads and passing these
too, to Donna, Kinetta looked at Cynetta.

"Best you can, ponygirl. Tell me, were you
Robert? My Robert?" Best she could, Cynetta bobbed 'Yes'
from the top of her legs, as she could not move much of her above
there. Donna did not miss the affirmation.

"It's getting late. Let's see what we can
fix up in the garage for tonight, Donna, for my ponygirl. Plenty
of time to sort out a stall tomorrow and just what we'll do with
her." Kinetta stood, pulling the reins.

"You know, you said you think that's
Robert, but already you are acting like he's a girl, Sis?"

"Look at those tits! Look at the metal
cunt between her legs! I can stick my hand all the way in there,
Donna! After you check that, you tell me that this is a
guy!"

In the attached garage, Kinetta spread out
newspapers in a thick layer next to the center column.

"You going to feed or water her?"

"I'll get Brutus' bowl from the kitchen so
she can drink. In the morning, I'll figure out what to feed her.
For tonight, Cynetta will just have to be content with where she
is, tethered in my garage and not in a thousand worse places for
a ponygirl like her!" Kinetta wrapped the reins about the
central lolly column then cinched them securely about its base.
Donna just watched her sister. From the kitchen, Kinetta, set
down two bowls, one water the other, dry dog kibble.

"I'll figure out what I'm supposed to feed
you tomorrow. Open up and I'll see if I can get the bit out of
your mouth." Discovering the rod through Cynetta's tongue
and the ring, caused her to laugh. "Quite a fix you got
yourself into." Though she tried to get the disks off the
ends of the rod through Cynetta's cheeks, all her efforts were
totally unsuccessful, despite the two pair of large
Channel-Lok™ pliers she used. "I'll deal with that in
the morning." Cynetta was thankful when his former
girlfriend used the key to unlock the chain to her collar, but
frustrated when she left the cuffs still connected together
behind her back.

"Love your tail. Cute." She lifted it
then let it just fall back. Turning her attention to the bridle,
the reins were moved to the ring on the front of the collar and
she removed it. "No, ponygirl crap or I'll fasten them to
the ring in your tongue." With that she motioned to Donna.
They left, turning out the lights after the door closed.

On the hard concrete floor, Cynetta knelt,
drank water from the bowl and managed to get down about a cup of
the dog food. After not eating for nearly two days, it actually
wasn't that bad.

Considerably more comfortable without her
forehooves chained to the collar and her bit and bridle removed,
sleep came rapidly to Cynetta, despite the concrete beneath her.
She was no longer concerned about some strangers finding her.
With Kinetta, even not knowing what might happen, the ponygirl
felt safe.

"Will you, please stop referring to
Cynetta as 'it' Donna? Clearly you can see she's
female!"

"All right, already! So what are you going
to do with her, then?" The sisters were drinking
their morning coffee, seated at the kitchen table.

"I've not got it figured out. You were
there, even with that horrid bit out, it was pretty clear to me
that she can't talk. I'll call my doctor and try and convince her
to come out here and see if she can determine why."

"I'd call a good vet first. Didn't look to
me like you are going to change her back very easily."

"Funny! Besides, I'm not sure that
I want to change her back, Donna, not that I could." Kinetta
set down her empty cup and went to get the pot to refill it.

"Bob and I had great times together. It
just wasn't meant for us to get married," Kinetta refilled
Donna's cup than resat. "that's all. We were together these
past weeks and it was like old times again. Just don't push. OK,
Donna?"

"Whatever. But, Sis, look, it's, excuse
me, she's a girl now?"

"So what?I'm bi! OK? I'm
not ashamed to tell you, we're old enough, that I've had some
better sex with a girl then I ever had or imagined with a guy,
Bob included!" For a few moments, neither spoke.

"You want to keep her as a ponygirl then?
Seems with whatever she's wearing, you ain't gonna' be having
much sex?"

"I had a close look at all Cynetta has on,
last night. You saw I did. Well, there is not even a trace of any
seam, anywhere. None on that corset thing, her collar or the
cuffs. Did you see the hooves? They aren't just boots or gloves
that can be taken off, you know?"

Reluctantly, Donna had to admit that she had
seen that too. They were a real part of the ponygirl in the
garage. The hooves were not coming off of her limbs.

"So what are you going to do, keep her as
a pet?"

"Despite our differences, Bob never hurt
me, nor did he do one single thing to ever, intentionally cause
me real pain, physical or mental, Donna." Their eyes met.
Donna sensed that her sister was dead serious and kept silent.

"Look, I'm as kinky as we come, no denying
that. I've been tied up, I've been spanked, I've even been
whipped," Kinetta paused and giggled. "Maybe hard to
understand, but being whipped can be a real turn on. I
don't expect you to understand."

"Surprise, as it may be, I know what a
crop feels like on my bare ass little sister.

"So, tell me, what are your thoughts for
the ponygirl in your garage, Kinetta?"

"Years before I owned this place, horses
were stabled in the barn. I haven't looked recently, but I think
I can keep my ponygirl there. Should be adequate."

"I'll help, you."

It was hours later that the sisters entered the
garage in the early afternoon. Kinetta wore a pair of beige,
latex, riding britches and a white latex blouse. With these she'd
on a pair of short, black leather gloves and her front laced
black, knee boots with six inch heels. She approached Cynetta.
Donna had gone home and changed into a pair of ultra tight, blue
jeans, a red Western blouse and her red Western, four inch heeled
boots with red leather gloves. Donna carried her sister's
favorite crop and Kinetta, a five foot, loaded quirt. She snapped
her wrist, causing the whip to crack loudly.

"Up, ponygirl!" Not even
giving Cynetta a chance or the time, the lash raised a painful
welt on her naked cheek. "I said up!" The whip bit
again.

Tears in her eyes, Cynetta held still for her
bridle to be strapped about her head, then opened for her bit.
Kinetta did it just as it had been, complete with her tongue rod
through the plate on the bit. Reins now on the bit's arms,
Kinetta led her ponygirl to the barn, enjoying the music of her
bells, chains and hooves on the path.